text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"MR. D.
Come then, my pretty doves, I'll escort you. --George, steel your heart, steel your heart, you Rogue.",2014-03-12 19:51:02 UTC,"""George, steel your heart, steel your heart, you Rogue.""",2005-06-13 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,Steel,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Drama); found again in ECCO-TCP",14638,5475
"When the fierce Sun darts vertical his beams,
And thirst and hunger mix their wild extremes;
When the sharp iron * wounds his inmost soul,
And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll;
Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire,
No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?
[...]
* This is not said figuratively. The writer of these lines has seen a complete set of chains, fitted to every separate limb of these unhappy, innocent men; together with instruments for wrenching open the jaws, contrived with such ingenious cruelty as would shock the humanity of an inquisitor.
(ll. 171-6, p. 13, p. 106 in Wood)",2012-08-14 14:33:41 UTC,"""When the sharp iron wounds his inmost soul, / And his strain'd eyes in burning anguish roll; / Will the parch'd negro find, ere he expire, / No pain in hunger, and no heat in fire?""",2012-08-14 14:32:46 UTC,"",Meta-Metaphorical,,Fetters,"CRAZY! USE IN ENTRY: ""This is not said figuratively.""",Reading,19915,5681
"Besides, might not Providence intend to humble human pride, by presenting to our eyes so mortifying a view of the weakness and infirmity of even his best work? Perhaps man, who is already but a little lower than the angels, might, like the revolted spirits, totally have shaken off obedience and submission to his Creator, had not God wisely tempered human excellence with a certain consciousness of its own imperfection. But though this inevitable alloy of weakness may frequently be found in the best characters, yet how can that be the source of triumph and exaltation to any, which, if properly weighed, must be the deepest motive of humiliation to all? A good-natured man will be so far from rejoicing, that he will be secretly troubled, whenever he reads that the greatest Roman moralist was tainted with avarice, and the greatest British philosopher with venality.
(pp. 190-191)",2013-10-16 17:19:57 UTC,"""But though this inevitable alloy of weakness may frequently be found in the best characters, yet how can that be the source of triumph and exaltation to any, which, if properly weighed, must be the deepest motive of humiliation to all?""",2013-10-16 17:19:57 UTC,"","",,Metal,"",ECCO-TCP,23026,7739
"To conclude; Genius is a rare and precious gem, of which few know the worth; it is fitter for the cabinet of the connoisseur, than for the commerce of mankind. Good sense is a bank-bill, convenient for change, negotiable at all times, and current in all places. It knows the value of small things, and considers that an aggregate of them makes up the sum of human affairs. It elevates common concerns into matters of importance, by performing them in the best manner, and at the most suitable season. Good sense carries with it the idea of equality, while Genius is always suspected of a design to impose the burden of superiority; and respect is paid to it with that reluctance which always attends other imposts, the lower orders of mankind generally repining most at demands, by which they are least liable to be affected.
(pp. 212-213)",2013-10-16 17:24:06 UTC,"""To conclude; Genius is a rare and precious gem, of which few know the worth; it is fitter for the cabinet of the connoisseur, than for the commerce of mankind.""",2013-10-16 17:24:06 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23031,7739
"GONDIBERT.
Then steel your mind, to bear the story's horror.
Call up your fortitude--
(p. 42)",2014-03-12 04:38:05 UTC,"""Then steel your mind, to bear the story's horror.""",2014-03-12 04:38:05 UTC,"","",,Metal,"",ECCO-TCP,23615,7836
"OH, ye! whose sympathetic hearts are form'd
To woe responsive, and whose trem'lous nerves
Vibrate to Sorrow's mournful airs--attend!
Not you, ye gay! not you, ye vacant crouds!
Who labour through the pleasures of the world,
Nor feel existence when they cease t'impel;
I call not you!--for, oh, your callous bosoms
Fell Dissipation steels, and robs your minds
Of the sweet energies bestow'd by Heaven:
But, come, ye few! who love the lonely hour;
Who know the sense refin'd, the charming agony,
Which Pity gives the hallow'd hearts she fills;
To you I call! oh, come, and trace with me
(Whilst glitt'ring Hesperus holds high his torch)
The mazy windings of yon solemn wood.
Behold the lawn, which opens on the left,
With crocus border'd, aromatic thyme,
And ev'ry fragrant shrub that tempts the bee
Down from the liquid air, to bathe in sweets.
(pp. 1-2)",2014-04-28 21:16:27 UTC,"""I call not you!--for, oh, your callous bosoms / Fell Dissipation steels, and robs your minds / Of the sweet energies bestow'd by Heaven.""",2014-04-28 21:16:27 UTC,"","",,Metal,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,23812,7877
"Compos'd, at length, or masking what he felt,
Again ZORADOR sought the pensive King;
Pardon, he cry'd, Oh Prince! a wretch undone!
Forgive the frenzy of a heart unsteel'd
By disappointment's shocks. Nurs'd by prosperity,
By fortune follow'd, I had learnt--fond man!
That fate, that earth, that heaven, for me combin'd,
And from misfortune hallow'd my encircled head.
Your powerful arms, O King of Arragon!
First taught ZORADOR that he was a man;
And now your Daughter's still more powerful eyes
Have taught ZORADOR, that he is a slave.
Master and tyrant of a thousand beauties,
Who court my passions, live for my delight,
I breath'd, unknowing that I had a heart,
Till cruel love, wrapt in Despair's wild torments,
Gave all its nerves a sense of curst existence!
I love--with agony--with madness, love!
Oh, spare me then the horror of a sight
My fiery brain splits but to think on! Save,
--Father of her whose charms thus abject make me,
Save from the tortures of her marriage rites,
The heart which burns and wastes with hopeless ardors!
The ling'ring moon has number'd all the hours
That I allotted for my fleet's return:
Soon as the eastern wind invades their canvass,
The bellying sails will whiten all your channel,
And their red streamers blush along your shores.
My ransom paid, I quit these hostile walls,
--Where my lost peace will stay enchain'd for ever.
Then, whilst I bear my woes to distant seas,
Then may the spousals be triumphant sung,
And not one wretch remain to curse the sound.
(pp. 21-2)",2014-04-28 21:21:14 UTC,"""Forgive the frenzy of a heart unsteel'd / By disappointment's shocks.""",2014-04-28 21:21:14 UTC,"","",,Metal,"",Searching ECCO-TCP,23816,7877